Miraquill
LOVE OF THE SINNERS...!
Sodom stained with lust
Stonewall screamed love
But they took love for lust and said it was sin with beams in their eyes.
Don't know whether the first to cast the stone has sinned or not.
But no sin seemed horrible other than being in love then.
Has it always been like this?
Controlling the emotions for the cover
Should I not hold their hands.
How I cannot hug their waist.
Hold them close.
Watch the eyes Sparkle, light up the face.
Feel the smile against my kiss.
Do tell me, the world of my creators,
Should I be happily sinned
Or lament my virtue.
©mistyeyes
#queer
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mistyeyes
2w
Read MoreFavours of the cut sleeve are generous.
Love of the half eaten peach never dies.
- Liu Zun
#LGBTQ #love, #queer, #writersnetwork, #miraquill4 0 1
agjproverbs
4w
The Race We Run
Queer by design.
My resume is full of trans experience
I've been described as coloring outside the lines.
But why would I stay in your lanes when GOD gave me the whole book to use?
So I dig my well deep, and keep drawing...I see my using my own water as necessary. You perceive it as a threat to you.
In your traumatizing fear you paralyze my truth to a caricature on a stage. But I get up from the crippling, with sage for my age.
Not shade to anyone, but my light is not a drag...I don't "dress up" for your enjoyment there is no song and dance to be had.
I refuse to play your Medea just because your grandma's love failed you. And as I write this your "tips" are being refunded, because you cannot buy this freedom beau.
But I do pray someday you find it, and your place in the sun. Because
Leaping over stigmatized walls and powering through oppressive stereotypes is a race we're both called to run.
©agjproverbs9 1
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heart_scribes
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mirakat2pt0
7w
2 AM
(Chorus)
It’s 2AM, I’m too sober for thinkin’
Now I don’t wanna fuck wit ya feelins
I just wanna show you my mind, show you how I’m dealin
Got a lotta demons in my past shit
I’m still healing
Need your patience and your presence more than
Repeated confusion…
(Verse 1)
It’s 2 am
This shit too real my headspace raw and love can
Be fuckin chillin
Don’t wanna be that bitch that’s always bustin balls
Running through your halls whining about my confusion
What did you say!!?!
I could be hearin wrong
Wondering if it’s what you did say
Or maybe I’m trippin
Perhaps it’s what
You didn’t
(Chorus)
It’s 2AM, I’m too sober for thinkin’
Now I don’t wanna fuck wit ya feelins
I just wanna show you my mind, show you how I’m dealin
Got a lotta demons in my past shit
I’m still healing
Need your patience and your presence more than
Repeated confusion…
(Verse 2)
It’s 2 AM and I’m in my feelings
Maybe
You calculating our conversations
Sorting through and
Separating the good from the bad
Is this bond worthy of
Another debate to be had
or maybe you got
A lot more on your verbal
Now we talking sh*ts cool then,
Where did that came from?!
No really where did that come from its 2am
Now I’m confused
I thought
We was chillin
You say I cause you PTSD
I relate, brings back bad memories
The way you don’t like well that’s-the
Same way I feel about you
(Chorus)
It’s 2AM, I’m too sober for thinkin’
Now I don’t wanna fuck wit ya feelins
I just wanna show you my mind, show you how I’m dealin
Got a lotta demons in my past shit
I’m still healing
Need your patience and your presence more than
Repeated confusion…
(Verse 3)
It’s 2 am was I just dreaming?
If I’m sleeping this a fever dream
Audio and visual are my 2 clues
Yet I’ve always had the vivid
Ones that scare you so
Bad they make you
Fuckin mad
Is this all in our heads or
Are we toxic too?
Got us resorting to bad habits, fear
Negative reaction
This is far from what I imagined
How could I let this happen,
I’m too raw for all this
Sad shit at 2 am
Bridge/interlude:
Let the music play
While I gotta pray for patience
And guidance and direction, for hope and a strong connection
Cuz I see something special and I don’t wanna wreck it
Before it grows into heaven
I’d hate for this shit to sever
Before it ever gets better
It’s 2 am so Baby don’t hurt me. Never.
Chorus 2:
It’s 2AM, I’m too sober for thinkin’
Now I don’t wanna fuck wit ya feelins
I just wanna show you my mind, show you how I’m dealin
Got a lotta demons in my past shit
I’m still healing
Need your patience and your presence more than
Repeated confusion…
Interlude/instrumental
©️Katherine Miller 8/11/21
©mirakat2pt03 0
Someday I wanna be a boy
Other days I wanna be girl
Somedays I don't know what I am
©sp00ky_rainPhoto By Daniele Levis Pelusi on Unsplash3 0
Pride
I hope you embrace every facet of your person.
I hope you shine brilliantly in the face of opposition.
I hope you love yourself to the brim and beyond.
I hope your wings reach greater heights as you learn to love each piece of your identity.
I hope you realize that your identity is special and personal.
I hope you acknowledge the importance of your existence.
And most of all, I hope you don't give up.
We exist
We are loved
We matter
©suurinlex14 2
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_lostsoul___
Yes u do matter ❤️
Beutifully penned ✨❤️ -
hais_xela
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queerchildzw
14w
Writing prompt: I am tired of being strong.
I do not belong yet I am one of them.
All my life I've had to struggle.
Struggle to fit in.
Struggle to understand myself.
I've had to fight for my right to exist.
Each day has been a constant battle for my life.
I've had to justify myself.
Serve my life up for scrutiny to gain acceptance.
I've had to build and create space. Burn bridges to be free.
For all this I've had to be strong. I've had to be fearless like a lion. I've been hunted like prey. Forced to hide in the closet to stay alive and be treated as an equal. To be normal.
For all this I've had to be strong. They say we are a resilient community because of it.
I'm tired of being strong.
Tired of living a half-life. Tired of lying. Tired of negotiating. When is it my turn to be free?
I'm tired of being strong just so I can walk out the door.
©queerchildzw7 0
queerchildzw
14w
Writing prompt: Rainbow milk
Many ask how we came to be this way. Some assume we made a choice. For most of us the response is always the same, we have always been this way as far back as we can remember. Even when we were fighting against our true nature or hiding from it we have always known we were different. We gave a whole new meaning to tasting the rainbow. Did our mothers know when they first laid eyes on us that we would live outside the boxes and become outcasts and labelled criminals and sinners? Was it something in the milk? A rainbow milk of sorts that gave us more than the nutrients we needed. I wonder....
©queerchildzw8 0
Rainbow
Brand me with hate.
I will paint you with love!
©grotesque9 2
Her Rainbow
Her red lips, her blue eyes.
Her brown skin, the nerves green running within. Golden hair with lightning.
Oh tell me if she isn't magnificent.
If you never wished you were her.
Fierce & strong her wildness casts along.
Oh tell me, if she isn't the Rainbow we long for. 🌈 ❤️
©rinzingongmu_10 1
jyo_71
23w
Read More#mirakee writers #Queer thoughts
#mirakee
On the beach, beside a rock
She lay on the sand
Lost in her thoughts
Her face showed range of weird emotions
Undoubtedly, her mind was in imprisonment of queer thoughts.
She kept turning and twisting
As her mind was restless
Deep thinking about something painful
Indeed she was about to wail.
But she controlled her weeping
And sat on the rock
Her queer thoughts were still
Haunting her vigorously
Thus making her
Reach to the height of vulnerability.
Finally, after hours passed
She stood and headed towards the sea
The waves were at their peak
She moved towards them
Trying to kill herself
And ending the catalogue of
Her queer thoughts at last.Queer Thoughts
©jyo_714 0
Addressing me by my deadname is like mailing an invite to my old address. I don't live there anymore.
©agjproverbs7 0
Immaculate
Girl I know this is new to you
Got you in a complete spiritual dilemma
But when the heart finally finds
That which it did not even think it needed
How pleasurable it can be
To throw caution to the wind!
For love can only be too pure
A feeling this good
Could never be wrong.
It is but a natural feeling
And how mean can you be
To deny yourself the pleasure
Of a holy sensation!
What harm can possibly be done
By two girls loving without fear
Immaculate is all it is
So do not despair my dear
For what you feel
Is only as natural as the universe can be.
©queerqueenathena5 0 1
lemon_eyes
28w
Empty Poet
I'm sad
Do I find that bad
No but I'm not glad either
Maybe I could have tried harder
To be happy in my place
To have a real smile on my face
Its not like I don't try
But I feel like I don't try hard enough
I mean was I made to not be tough
You know what I mean, if you don't it's not your fault
Maybe you do maybe you do not
I think you forgot that life takes a different toll
On every clueless wondering soul
Um what's it like to be happy
To live life all silly and sappy
Do you know or is that just what life is like in a fairy tale
I wanna live in a fairy tale where I can fly where I do not wale
I cry myself to sleep
But my life isn't really that deep
I'm just a sad teenager
That gives into the anger
That's fed to them on a daily
But to the adults that seems to silly
They call us lazy and selfish
They treat us like we aren't a lost fish
They think we left the group of fishes by being devlish
When they kicked us out ha isn't that rich
All my life I've been called names or been kicked under the bus
And they think that's no reason to make such a fuss
I'm sad but you know that
You won't do anything till I'm gone but you don't know that
Because you won't realize that I'm actually sad till I'm actually gone
And you think your so strong
You think we're impressed by your muscles naw
You honestly look as dumb as straw
So when I die my my own hand
On who will the damn blame land
Me? My parents? The bully's? The adults?
Is anyone actually at fault?
Sure all the mean names and comments did their painful share
But there is no true reason as to why I'm in such pain and that isn't rare
To be sad with no reason to stare at
So when my life crashes with a splat
Don't you dare blame anyone
Not me not your daughter your child or son
I will die, no stopping that
But if I die by suicide that's not something you can spit at
You've been spitting on my my entire life leaving me on the concrete floor
So why would you stop then when I'm gone when I am no more
Because regret is greater then gratitude
When Anne Frank wrote that she had the right attitude
Sometimes I want to kill myself and scream "goodbye I hate you all' or say at least something
But other times I want to wither away in silence letting the eerie air drag my apologies into nothing.
©lemon_eyes10 0
Queer
The hardest and saddest part about being queer is having to pretend that you are fine
Even when you are at the verge of a mental breakdown
Because unlike most people
We don't have the privilege of freely opening up to the people closest to us
We let the fear of judgement hinder us from seeking help
Even when we badly need it.
©queerqueenathena3 0
Words slither through,
My mind.
Leaving the blood,
Of my insides,
Behind them.
Mentions,
Of a girl now...
dead.
The time is now.
Move...on.
Denied!
...no rest for the,
wretched.
©samtheowl8 1
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First love
We sank and hit bottom
But I will continue to follow
Your heart until I swallow
The pain that made you sorrow
Friends before you leave me
Blind until your beauty
Came calling
Assure me I'll see you in palezo
That match with your eyes of hazel
©mwaniyaa9 0
Te'amo
She looked this way and I think she blushed
Butterflies feeding on my sanity
All I can do is stare
Mesmerized by her glare
How her beauty strikes me to the core!
I thought I had been in love before
But quite honestly never felt like this
Unwitting devotion
Got my senses in total commotion
What can I do with all these emotions?
I felt her body
Clinging onto mine at my utmost vulnerable hour
Then she said she loved me
Amidst wildly placed kisses
Sweeter than life itself
That's the moment I surrendered
Because she undoubtedly took control of my entire system.
©queerqueenathena6 0
Elegy For Broken Windows
Pt.I
I’ve never ever felt more lost and alone than living in my childhood home.
Severing myself away: I stay bawling in a ball on wood tiled floors. Or roaming
frosted neighborhood nights until single file porch lights turned off. Stones
taking flight at bright burning bulbs. Looking back I gotta ask would you have known
where the wild things went? We went gently in flattened insomniac styrofoam snow:
deep mint boot prints pack tracks. Roots wilt from flinging blizzard piles that sew
sluice in somatic soil; maybe I’m Diogenes deracinating ecclestial seams. Tones
of a new melody, unlearning what you taught me. Defenestrating screams thrown
through the window. Flakes twirl all spinally. I don’t come back until dawn grows
across the sky. Whiskey whisks with nicotine warmth numbing shivers in chrome
silver lined streets. It took so long but I’m finally bomb blasting psalm scripture in poem
stanzas. Cause I can’t stand the fragmental calm stricturing structures my bones
build. Your ranting mentally mames me: ripping same scar tissue till xylophone
ribs show. Palms zipper, letting go; punches puncture plaster walls. Glowing
sun pools in the closet door crack: locked under coat racks. Cold clocking slow,
yet nonstopping fists gunshot at terminal velocity. Any propinquity has grown
Into repulsion. Left with perpetual escaping propulsions. Compulsively combing
thin salamander skin, licking nonexistent burn wounds clean I still see thick rows
of duct tape twisting my body like kelp pulling into the sea. Asphyxiation goes
away easily. One day I’ll be torn free no matter if I use my fucking teeth. Yo, do you respect me? Wait, for once I don’t care; for once please shut up. Although, I still fear what you think of me, winding rhymes mean jack shit in this cataclysmic biome y’all call a home. Lastly: fuck you for making that house so haunted by revolting childhood memories, mismatched splotches of paint kaleidoscope my vulnerabilities and now I even flinch at the wrong kind of breathing. I’m just left all goddamn messy.11 0 2
bunnyfromjupityr
31w
eulogy for hurricane mykal
Your funeral was last week: unspeaking, half delusional, sleepless and weak after that October morning the call woke me. Bawling bloated tears broke me, soaking my bones. I’m mourning, waiting for you at home. Beer cans in piles, nonstop laughter, we spoke plastered as the sunrise spun into a peach powder horizon. I still cry “why you are gone?” Goya spice on beans and rice, you always left during night. Air shaft lungs lit cigarette cinders even in zephyrs; fall leaves light our frayed twin flames. I miss how you slept till noon. On the way to the wake. I’m shaken. The car window draft makes me quake in amassed cloaks of mist over the silent I-90 interstate. I closed my eyes crying to the most beautiful song: it’s immense immutable quiet. A year crafted in fucking hell. I listened to muted mouthfuls of music ripple along walls as I got high. Scarred memories blister acute childhoods. We came out scorched, right? Your graft against host throat choked you the same, huh? Murder of crows grin that was applied post mortem thin. Snipe smoke slurred out roasted lung too August autumn fire hot.I don’t blame you for wanting the internal burning to stop. Cauterized words sing “I’m fine.” Grief gashes gild with time. The Kintsugi of the self, molten gold grows, clotting jagged cracks. Do you miss me? You taught me carrying charred crucible cups by yourself only ever overflow. Your comforting chaos will never be lost. I was caught by it too. You didn’t ask about the rouge red bloody bathroom sink, how hard I cried, the severed skin, or the empty bottle of rosé. You know how much I love you, a lot. Draping drunk, skating, scraped road rash knees, smashed knuckles bleed all wry together. Impossible flips on our ground floor apartment porch. It’s implausible, not any nouns, aphrodisiacs or euphemisms can’t make your absence go down. Trying to find the crown of the queen that “saved you.” And what’s lost can’t be found.
I got a bandana at your funeral and the knot slips. Could you twist it tighter round my wrist?14 1 2
El Mar De Mariposa Que Tu Me Das
Hey I love you, our hands fit like boxing gloves or worn softball mitts: the kind with a little bit of give to em’ ya’ know? Catching momentum, singing spanish, the sun vanishes through Galletine mountains. Locked
phalanges freeze bright, tightening around pale thighs. Stiff as klondyked icicle spikes against moonlight molding together. Riding down I-90: a city unfurls into a sparkling enchanted sea of tranquility. Stars fall in your mouth
and when we park, planting them in deep space; on shrill clay Milky Way pink skin. Undoing buttons. Now pushing me unto the truck. Untucked shirt fabric packs palms; whispers you make sound like songs. I get so lost in
constellations mathematically marking my body. That even on the days I wanna seperate myself from my bones; these asterisms actually feel closer to home than I’ve ever known. This poem isn’t poetry,
poetry is high tides gripping my sides, and the traces left behind. Gravity clatters our atmospheric matter
into a syzygy. We are a cosmic dance: a constant flow of motion. Crashing down each other’s walls, swinging this hit, it shoves us back just in shambles; and we don’t pull punches. Blows explode like phosphorus exposing that which sits heavy on chests, holding hummingbird hearts in place. I still can’t believe how confinement feels so fucking good. Trapped by widening pupil darkness, biting your lip over me: we kiss for hours. Stargazing in infinite reflections of ourselves in honey irises. It's funny how cold comfort is, twisting, surrounding my neck. Don’t you think? Being your bunny makes me hope that one day I’ll eventually erode entirely away in your crushing waves,
©bunnyfromjupityr14 3 1
